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If 'the rose' isnt afraid, why should I?
The Fearless Rose
We have been vacationing in Michigan
for 11 memorable years
Every spring
I find myself marveling at the independence
and
resiliency of a single red rose
which not only survives
but thrives
all alone among a bed of weeds
blooming like clockwork
without fail
on the side of a rocky slope
in a rather secluded area
When I think of all the time and energy
not to mention
fertilizer
I use at home to keep our garden healthy
it makes me appreciate this true
"miracle growth"
that has made it on it's own
year after year
without any help from me.
All summer
I find myself snapping endless pictures
of this American beauty
Similarly
whenever my aging parents and I
are having any kind of moment
I immediately run for my camera
I hate to admit this
recently
I've let my mind wander to that bad place
wondering if I will blessed enough to enjoy
another spring with them
Although
That's another story
Lately
I seem to be afraid
of a lot of things
worry grabs me
tries to choke me
just like those weeds
even occasionally robs me of a good nights sleep
I should not allow that to happen!
Today,
on my way home from Sisters Lakes
I was thinking about
my brave little flower
No matter what the winter brings
That lonely rose springs back to life
in all its splendor
I wish I had the
strength
endurance
and the hope
in addition to
the absence of fear
of that Rose
I came to the conclusion
that I might learn a thing or two
from that
brave little flower
that grows among the weeds
Then, as if on cue
I heard a song on the radio
That never fails to move me
sung by Bette Milder
called
the Rose
While listening to the tender
soothing melody
it seemed to me that this was
more
than just a coincidence
Title: Bette Midler - The Rose lyrics
Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you its only seed
It's the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give?
And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snows
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love
In the spring
Becomes the rose
Posted by roe on 2009-06-24 23:39:41 | Rating: | Views: 208